At Her Husband's Command(8)

By: Lily Harlem

She thought of Lottie, all young and pretty, with no doubt a prim, taut pussy that hugged her master’s cock. Is that what Ivor wanted?

Did Ivor want Lottie?

She was aware of the colour draining from her face as she clutched the kitchen work surface to her left. Jealousy once again raged through her veins. Hot and acidic, it scorched over her skin and made her scalp tingle. “Lottie,” she managed.

“What?” Ivor wiped his hands on a cloth then threw it aside. It landed on the table.

“Lottie, you want Lottie.”

He tipped his head and studied her. “If I wanted to play with Lottie and Rupert permitted, then I would, that’s how the club works.” He paused. “But you know that.”

“It’s different, you want to…” She could hardly bring herself to say it.


“You want to fuck her.”

“No, I don’t.” He shook his head and his frown deepened.

“But how can you not? She’s young and pretty, virginal almost and dressed in white.” She gestured to her own outfit. “Which is clearly your thing tonight as you picked this for me.”

He tipped his chin up and pulled in a breath. His nostrils flared. “I will not have this.”

His voice was low and dangerous and Melody wrapped her arms around her waist. Nervousness romped through her but she was unable to stop the emotions spiralling.

“You know full well that I only want you,” Ivor said. “You’re the only woman I have fucked for the last ten years and the only woman I intend to fuck for the rest of my life. I might play, do a scene, but I’ll never sink my dick into another cunt other than yours.” He stepped up to her. “And you will only ever have my cock inside your pussy.”

His wide shoulders filled her vision; he was breathing fast, like her.

“So I will not tolerate you not grasping the depths of my desire for you, sub. I only want you and you will accept that.” His eyes flashed as he curled his hand around the back of her neck and pulled her close. “Tell me you understand me.”

She pressed her hands over his chest. “Yes, yes, I understand.” And she did. There was no denying the vehemence in his tone or the intensity of his words.

“Never forget it or you will be severely punished.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Because I won’t have you doubting my love for you when what I’m doing is replaying one of the most amazing nights of my life.” He touched his nose to hers. “You will be my virgin bride again tonight, and we will feel the torturous frustration we did back then.”

He took her hand and slid it down to his groin.

Melody pulled in a deep breath. He was rock solid and his cock strained at the material of his trousers.

Ivor wasn’t usually one to let an erection go past without finding relief, but it seemed this evening, that was part of the fun.

“So,” he said quietly. “We will both go back into the dining room and entertain our old and new friends. We will serve a nice meal, most likely there will be some playing as there usually is, and you will not have another thought about me wanting Lottie.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Then later on, I’ll fuck your tight pussy the way I did that very first time.”

Melody swallowed. She wanted him to fuck her now. Show her how much he loved and desired her. “But how…?”

“How will I make your pussy tight?”


“I have an idea.” He stepped away.

Melody felt cold without him pressed against her. “What? What’s the idea?”

“You’ll just have to wait and see.” He gestured to the salad. “Now take that in and make sure our guests all have water and wine to go with their meal.”

For a moment she hesitated. Wanting to ask more questions. Then she did as Ivor had instructed and took the salad into the dining room.

* * *

The meal went well. Everyone seemed to enjoy it and the conversation flowed around the table. There was much interest in Lottie and Rupert’s new home, and Lottie’s new shop, which she’d just opened and would be selling organic beauty products.

Tia announced that she and Kyle were heading to the US to see her mother for a few weeks and was planning on visiting some club friends who’d moved out there the year before.

When the plates were empty, Ivor stood and began to clear them away.

Melody helped him.

“That was delicious,” Tia said.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it.” Ivor smiled.

Melody carried the near-empty salad bowl into the kitchen.

She then went back and retrieved the breadboard.

“No, not that,” Ivor said sternly as he lifted the bowl the beef had been served in.

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